Poetry - Reality
Reality
What then is this reality they speak of
when it’s evident that reality is not what it seems?
How to describe the colour of life
with its kaleidoscope of beams.
Never a word can finalise what minds realise
when they’re grappling with a concept so vast.
How to describe the essence of life
with its smell of simplicities that last.
A moment is never repeated unlike mortals
that insist that they be heard.
How to describe the volume of life
with its cadence dampened by dirt.
Reality is the pollen
gathered by the bees.
So, to describe the simplicity of life
with its rule of “It is what It is”.
Author:-Trudi Joubert
“No one was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772 - 1834
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